Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1887-08-18
". VA, THURSDAY, AUGUST 1s, 1887.


ward hurry, l saw him trcmblc like
a leaf under her beautiful eyes. They
were together that evening. with
three or four others in the parlor.
Miss Castleton," said pretty
little school girl, who idolized Flor.
cnce for her beauty, after the manner
of school girls, 'your eyes are lust
the same color OF the water Off Half.
moon beach, where / saw it las,
summer"
Miss Castleton laughed.
They are like the summer Skies
said Charley Childs.
IL swear that they are lust like
the binding of Owen Meredith. in
blue and gold" said Dick Mancaes.
ter.
And what is your comparison.
Mr.. Atwoodi" said Florence. look
ing archly at David.
His answer was involuntary:
They are like the blue larkspur
which used to grow in my mothers
garden" he said.
Florence Casileton blushed; il
was the only time had ever seen
her blush. Looking up. she sud.
denly met the eyes of her guardian.
MIR. Gray, who was present. Rising
quickly, she went To the piano. and,
seating herself, played light air.
That night clang Of firc.bclls
awoke me. | lay unaffected for n
moment, until ! suddenly perceived
the odor of smoke. Rising quickly,
| opened my door. The hall was
filled with smoke and there was a
confusion in the house. The cry of
"Fire! firc!" arose.
flung on n wrapper, drew on my
slippers, and commenced putting
my most valuable papers into my
writing desk. While / was doing
this there came quick step on the
stairs, and voice crying the names
OF all who slept on the landing. /
opened my door again, and saw for
the first time that the doors OF all
the others chambers were open. and
the occupats had fed. Ii was a
servant.
"Oh, come down, for heavens
sake, cried she. The back part
of the house is afiic from cellar to
roof, inside!'
There were doors i'm the hall shut.
ting of all the back part Of the
house from the front.
"Are all outI" / asked. flinpinp
a cloak around me, and taking up
my precious writing desk. "Miss
Forbes, Mr.. and Mrs. Blake, Miss
Houston and Miss Castlctonl" said
!, as ! went through the smoky
hall
God have mercy" cried the Irish
girl, "but don't think Miss Castle.
ton is out! I've not seen her! OH
whatll dor"
Just then a figure came leaping
up the stairs.
''Go down." he cried to me as he
sprang past me.
lie flung open ihe door between
the two halls, a volley of smoke
poured out, and / retrcatcd. Itw
David Atwood. i knew instinct.
lively that he had gone for Florence
Castleton, and that she would inn.
mediately be safe.
Down stairs people were carry.
ing out furniture, and the greatest
confusion and CONSERVATION. min.
gied with much active energy, pre-.
vailed. The fire engines were com.
ing rapidly up, and great crowd
was gathering. was preparing to
go across the street to the house Of
a friend, finding that / could be Of
no assistance, when my attention
was attracted by the form Of Mr..
Gray rushing into the hall, al the
same instant that Mrs. Blake put
her baby into my arms for safe
keeping, while she wrapped two
little shivering forms in shawls. pre-.
psratory to putting them into a car
rage for a friends house.
Mr.. Gray caught the arm Of Mrs.
Hawley, as she flew down stairs
with a pile Of valuable clothing.
miss Castletoni Mrs. IIawlev.
where is she;" he cried.
u don't knowi don't know ~
she exclaimed, despairingly. "SOme
one went for her have not seen
her"
NJ. Gray interrupted her with an
oath, and sprsng 10 the stairs bot
at that instant the figure Of David
Atwood emerged from the smoke
on the stairway, with the senseless
form Of Florence Castleton in bis
arms. She had apparently tainted
with fright, or been ovcrpowered
by the smoke. She was half dressed
her beautiful gold hair swept over
David's arm, and her white, uncon.
seious face was elasped closely 20
his breast.
They carried her out into the air.
and she soon revived, and was car.
ried to the hotel where Mr. Cray
resided.
The FIRE was finally extinguished.
but the house was very much in
jured, and rendered untenautable
until repaired.
il was spring, aud ! went out Of
town, but that summer I received
the following letter from jeanette
Manchester.
"MY DEAHEsT ESTHER I've